in the worst of times:
no time for consequences,
no time for caution.

image: kelnishi

I am not the me,
not the me you thought I’d be,
not the one to set you free
and not the one you once believed
would stem the tides of seas.

I am more than me,
not the one you had foreseen,
but just like you I had a dream –
a delicate contingency –
depending on a “we.”

image: Untitled blue

six months still jobless
and you don’t count anymore;
such are the metrics.

photo: Daquella manera

here, we have no need for mirrors;
we are not the introspectors -
only those with fault need bother.
we change the rules, make others follow.

photo: Chuckumentary